The Real Reason Heath Died
So I just saw Dark Knight Rises, and my expectations were pretty much confirmed. Not those for the quality of the movie, those were pretty much blown to smithereens and scattered to the winds of cinema. I expected that Christopher Nolan, the brilliantly shrewd director he is, would be fully aware that you just can't top the sheer horror and humanity of the Joker, so he'd instead focus more on plot than on the terrifying genuineness of any one character.
Which is totally what happened, and it's why despite the freakin' awesomeness of DSR, it just can't beat Dark Knight. DSR is intellectually fascinating--the intricate plot, the depth of character, the acting. Throughout the movie, I kept thinking, 'God, Bane is an amazing actor--the way he says stuff just isn't the way any other actor ever would approach saying that stuff, and he knows how to use the shortest words to make himself totally real and beyond real at the same time. Blind=mown.'
This is a totally different experience than watching Dark Knight, during which I forgot altogether that Heath Ledger was acting. Dark Knight isn't just fascinating to the brain, it's emotionally a terrifying experience. Because Heath is the Joker. I have an appreciation for Bane's acting skills, but I don't have an appreciation for Heath's because they're not acting. And that's what's so scary, is that the Joker is real.
After Heath put up such an indescribable performance (because that's really what it is, you can't restrict it to a few paragraphs), he realized he'd done the best thing any person has ever done and will ever do and died because his life couldn't get any better. Don't be sad, Heath fulfilled the destiny of the universe.
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